First Survivor

The First Survivor of the Great Crash is believed to be the first person to emerge from the colony ship. He first settled at the native village that would be come New Eden City.

Early Survival

Even if I had not transcended the limitations of time and space due to the accident, I still would never have been able to forget that first night, the sheer horror of it. As I clawed up from the wreckage of the pod, and drug myself to the surface. The horror of the ship and the screams of those who had also been awakened, but would not survive that first night, forever entombed and impaled, crushed and immolated by the very mechanism of our ambition to conquer the stars

That night in the woods on this unfamiliar world. The zombies, the skeletons, and worse. I dug myself a grave and hid in it, shivering. The noises were the worst. The scittering and scratching of things in the dark, the snorting and huffing, the crunching, the distant fizzing and explosions. And later I would know much, much worse. By daybreak I clawed myself out of that grave and made my way, I don't know how far, until I saw at last civilization. I was rescued.

Imagine my disappointment to find a shoddy wooden village in shambles. The inhabitants were a good, honest people, and seemed as afraid of the monsters as I was. That first night, one offered me their home, and I slept in relative safety. I could not communicate with them, their language nothing but what seemed like gestures and honks. They seemed eager to trade, but I had nothing.

I looked at what they had, and knew that would never be enough. I also had nothing, save my wits, and what I had learned before we began this cursed journey. There was a blank stone wall next to the house I had slept in, and I could see the glint of some semi-precious materials. A cat was rubbing up against a stone, the first animal I had seen that wasn't a monster, and a good omen. I christened it the Lucky Cat, and there, I began my work.

Excerpt from The Lost Papers